After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 225 - Destined Heroine, I Will Bring You Justice!

The eastern front had become a hunting ground, with various forces lying in wait, each scheming to claim the Destined Heroine as their prize.

All the factions had gathered here, weaving layers of traps upon traps, waiting for An Luo Yi to fall into their web so they could pounce and divide the spoils.

As one of the lowest-ranking pawns in this game, Li Zi Jing was running out of time.

If he didn’t find a way to lure An Luo Yi into the trap, the hungry forces around him would turn on him instead!

But Li Zi Jing’s biggest problem was that An Luo Yi was utterly unyielding.

Just moments ago, Li Zi Jing had collaborated with Moon Sect’s witch to ambush and slaughter many of An Luo Yi’s followers. Yet no matter how loud the battle raged within the city, the silver-haired maiden in the distant sky remained indifferent, refusing to intervene.

An Luo Yi didn’t even care about her followers’ lives!

This left Li Zi Jing in a tough spot.

Seeing his struggle, Ye Qingchuan finally decided to step in.

“General Zi Jing, I’ve heard that during Lady Luo Yi’s time in the northern frontier, there was a girl named Zhi’er who earned her favor. Zhi’er is said to be the only one among Lady Luo Yi’s followers who takes care of her daily needs...”

Standing beside Li Zi Jing, Ye Qingchuan—dressed in the attire of a fifth-rank officer—spoke softly, offering his advice.

As a Hidden Immortal Guard under the Empress, Ye Qingchuan had an exceptional grasp of intelligence. Not only could he map out every relationship around An Luo Yi, but he could also deduce that the mastermind behind all this was likely Spirit Phoenix Sect’s Holy Son, He Yuan.

This demonstrated Ye Qingchuan’s capabilities. However, as a dragon, he couldn’t help but be drawn to beauty. Upon first meeting An Luo Yi, her silver-haired elegance captivated him. When speaking with her, he often came across as overly eager and naive.

Still,

For a man of ambition, a little indulgence in beauty was acceptable as long as it didn’t compromise greater responsibilities. Ye Qingchuan’s loyalty to the Empress remained steadfast, and his primary mission was to root out corruption within Dragon Dynasty.

For Dragon Dynasty’s benefit, Ye Qingchuan was willing to use An Luo Yi as a pawn if necessary.

“Zhi’er?”

“Indeed. Lady Luo Yi isn’t heartless—she simply has no emotional ties to most of her followers, which makes it easy for her to remain detached. But this girl Zhi’er is different. She reportedly survived under Holy Son He Yuan and shares a life-and-death bond with Lady Luo Yi...”

“How... how do you know all this?”

Hearing Ye Qingchuan’s information,

Li Zi Jing’s eyes lit up with realization. At the same time, he shot Ye Qingchuan a suspicious glance.

Li Zi Jing couldn’t understand how this seemingly ordinary young man knew so much insider information. He hadn’t even shared his frustrations with anyone—yet here was Ye Qingchuan offering unsolicited advice.

But there was no time for doubts now.

If he didn’t drag An Luo Yi into this mess, he’d be the one to die!

“Someone! Report back immediately with Zhi’er’s location!”

Li Zi Jing wasted no time issuing orders.

The moment he received Zhi’er’s coordinates,

He relayed the information to Moon Sect’s witch, tasking her with handling the matter.

Meanwhile,

Ye Qingchuan watched Li Zi Jing scramble around like a pawn on a chessboard and let out a quiet chuckle—his gaze filled with disdain.

By now,

Li Zi Jing had all but confirmed his guilt of colluding with Moon Sect.

Once this battle was over,

Ye Qingchuan planned to arrest Li Zi Jing for treason—extracting confessions through torture to expose his grandfather Li Nanshan’s ties to demonic sects!

With that,

He could uproot the chain of corrupt ministers and traitors—delivering justice for both the Empress and An Luo Yi by clearing her name of all false accusations!

Wasn’t this the perfect protagonist’s script?

“Lady Luo Yi, rest assured.”

“The humiliation you’ve endured in Dragon Dynasty—I, Ye Qingchuan, will one day bring you justice before the world!”

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“No... no... no no no no!”

“Stop it—!!!!”

From deep within the eastern city came the heart-wrenching screams of a young girl.

In that moment,

The silver-haired maiden hovering in the cold sky finally wavered.

“That’s Zhi’er’s voice...?”

An Luo Yi froze—her cold gaze flickering with worry and unease.

She vividly remembered instructing Zhi’er to stay behind in Muyun City and not join the army... Could it be that this girl had secretly followed her?

As a righteous heroine,

An Luo Yi couldn’t help but feel compassion.

She wasn’t overly sentimental and could ignore strangers’ suffering—but Zhi’er was different. The girl had been taking care of her daily needs and had even gathered intelligence on Spirit Phoenix Sect’s Holy Son for her...

How could she possibly turn a blind eye to such a loyal follower being captured by demonic cultivators?

In that moment,

The maiden clenched her fists tightly.

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With a cold sigh of frustration,

An Luo Yi transformed into a streak of silver-white sword light—cutting through the icy sky as she charged toward Moon Sect’s city.

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Deep within Snow City,

In an open plaza,

The white-haired witch stood tall—her black-and-red gothic dress stained with blood. Her beautiful yet cold face reflected impatience as she gripped a young girl by the neck—her fingers tightening cruelly as despair filled the girl’s pale face.

Zhi’er regretted everything.

She had been obediently following An Luo Yi’s instructions to stay behind in Muyun City.

But one day,

She overheard an officer named Ye Chuan claiming that Holy Son He Yuan was behind everything—that he would appear on Moon Sect’s eastern front and had his sights set on An Luo Yi...

While most dismissed Ye Chuan’s words as conspiracy theories,

Zhi’er couldn’t help but feel curious.

After all,

Not long ago,

She had witnessed Holy Son He Yuan appear in Muyun City—pinning An Luo Yi down and teasing her. He even leaned close to whisper in her ear—and An Luo Yi hadn’t resisted at all!

Zhi’er had seen it all with her own eyes.

Though An Luo Yi hadn’t silenced her afterward,

She had ordered Zhi’er to forget everything she saw.

This only fueled Zhi’er’s curiosity about He Yuan and An Luo Yi’s relationship.

Ye Chuan’s theories sounded absurd—but combined with what Zhi’er had witnessed—they piqued her interest enough to follow the expeditionary army in secret.

She had hoped to watch from a safe distance—observing whatever drama unfolded between the silver-haired maiden and Holy Son He Yuan...

But before anything could happen,

Demonic cultivators had pinpointed her location—and even Moon Sect’s witch herself came after her!

Now,

Zhi’er realized she had walked straight into a trap.

She wanted to die—but Mu Yanli’s grip on her neck made even that impossible. The witch used her blood spirit veins to heal any injuries Zhi’er inflicted on herself—even preventing her from biting off her tongue.

In the face of absolute power,

Even death was a luxury Zhi’er couldn’t afford.

Within minutes,

Mu Yanli had tortured Zhi’er into despair. Her screams grew hoarse—but the unrelenting pain coursing through her body forced more cries from her lips.

“It seems this so-called Destined Heroine isn’t so kind after all.”

Watching Zhi’er teeter on the brink of unconsciousness,

Mu Yanli sighed in disappointment.

Her methods were simple: manipulating Zhi’er’s blood flow to wreak havoc on her internal organs while keeping her alive through blood spirit veins...

This left Zhi’er trapped in agony—unable to die despite enduring unimaginable pain.

“Enough.”

With an exasperated sigh,

Mu Yanli lost what little patience she had left.

Her blood-stained lips curled into a cold smile as she tightened her grip—her crimson eyes gleaming with murderous intent:

“If that Destined Heroine won’t come—I’ll just kill you and deliver your head to her!”

Amidst the snowstorm,

The white-haired witch’s smile turned twisted and maniacal.

But just as she prepared to end Zhi’er’s life—

A silver-white sword light resembling an ice dragon tore through the sky—piercing Mu Yanli’s chest with lightning speed.

Boom!

Splurt—

Blood sprayed as Mu Yanli coughed violently—turning to see the silver-haired maiden glaring at her with eyes full of killing intent.

“An Luo Yi! You finally came—”

Before Mu Yanli could finish laughing maniacally,

The silver-haired maiden unleashed a flurry of sword strikes—countless slashes cutting through Mu Yanli from every direction.

When it was over,

Mu Yanli stood frozen in place—motionless.

A second later—

Crack.

Like a shattered statue,

Her body broke apart under thousands of sword slashes—exploding into a mist of blood and flesh.

“Lady... Lady Luo...”

Witnessing the silver-haired maiden obliterate Mu Yanli in an instant,

Zhi’er’s pale face lit up with renewed hope.

But even after reducing Mu Yanli to pieces,

An Luo Yi remained vigilant. She knew how terrifying blood spirit veins were—as long as Mu Yanli’s soul wasn’t destroyed—her body could regenerate indefinitely.

Without hesitation,

An Luo Yi rushed forward—scooping up the battered Zhi’er and securing her at her waist before leaping into the sky on her sword—fleeing southward without looking back.

Moments later—

A crazed, maniacal laugh echoed behind them:

“An Luo Yi——!!!”

“You’ve come this far—where do you think you’re going?”